When the song ended, the long-awaited Mo Jushi finally appeared, and the long-awaited spectators stood on tiptoe to see who was the person who had caused a storm in Yangcheng overnight.

"Lord Bai, who do you say is that Mo Jushi?"

Meng Yang's heart was about to explode now, and it was not easy to persuade Mo Qian, coercion and temptation, promise a lot of money, and speak in a low voice, everything that should be done was done, and finally compromised, allowing Mo Qian to take a big advantage before reluctantly agreeing to open the dock.

But what is the situation now, I have just solved it, and in the blink of an eye, there is another Mo Jushi!

Well, if you are famous, you will be famous, it's not a big deal, anyway, I don't pay much attention to these people who write sour poems, but no one expected that in a blink of an eye, the other party gave the place of the poetry meeting here at the dock.

Without the approval of the government's application, there were no qualified procedures, but no one dared to stop them, not because of the background of this Mo Jushi, but because the strength of these spectators was too terrifying.

What kind of Confucianism, Jinshi and people, local talents, and even the officials in charge of education have gone, even if Meng Yang is in charge of Yangcheng, no matter how much power he has, it is useless.

Daqi has always attached the most importance to culture and education, which has created the lawlessness of these scholars, but at the same time, it has also created the mentality that there are only sage books in one heart, and all kinds of things in the world are inferior.

They don't care what serious consequences will come from blocking the dock, they just know that there is a great talent here tonight to hold a poetry meeting here, and they happen to like it very much, so that's fine.

As for those people in the government, without Meng Yang's order, they didn't dare to move at all.

But now Meng Yang is also in infinite troubles, not to mention officers and soldiers, even if he wants to do something now, he has to think twice, otherwise he will be sued by these scholars, and if this joint case continues, his career will probably be ruined.

So now, even if Meng Yang hates itchy, he can't do anything, so he can only curse this Mo Jushi hard.

"Why is the surname Mo again? Why?! Do I have a grudge against your Mo family? The front foot sent away a Mo Qian, and the back foot came a Mo Jushi, which really annoyed me! ”

"Lord Meng is angry, I think this Mo Jushi is prepared, let's be careful!" Bai Didi said in a low voice.

Meng Yang turned his head and glared at the other party, "You're not talking nonsense, if it wasn't premeditated, who would be so stupid and brave the world's disapproval to come here to hold a poetry meeting?" Now that it's all on the line, let's talk about something practical! ”

"Yes." Bai Tiandi secretly wiped the sweat on his neck, Lord Meng's anger is a bit big these days!

"As the so-called is, knowing oneself and knowing that the other is invincible, we don't know anything about this Mo Jushi now, I think it's better to send someone to contact him first, it's best to determine his identity, and find out if he has anything to do with Mo Qian?

If it doesn't matter, then the purpose of these scholars holding poetry meetings here is nothing more than a kind of making a name for themselves, you can promise him to stop holding poetry meetings, arrange a better place for him, and build momentum for him, so that I think he should not be entangled.

If you don't agree, you will be pressed with the power of the government, in short, you have to get through these few days first, and then say, after these few days, that Mo Jushi is not at your disposal? . ”

Bai Didi whispered in Meng Yang's ear, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

In his opinion, there are only a few reasons why these scholars hold such poetry meetings, for fame and profit, but people who can do such things for fame and fortune will not be determined to go anywhere, so they will be invincible if they are coerced.

"You say, if it's an ordinary scholar, such a move can take effect?"

"It's nature." Bai Didi smiled confidently.

"Then, what if it's Mo Qian's plan?" Meng Yang said with a solemn face. Bai Didi was stunned for a moment, "This ...... Probably not, right? ”

But unexpectedly, Mo Jushi appeared, but he did not appear in front of everyone, but sat in the cabin with a hat, and a roll of yarn hung in front of the cabin, and everyone on the river could only see Mo Jushi's figure by candlelight.

"Who is this? It's so rude! ”

Someone sees that the person they have been waiting for for so long doesn't even show their faces, and their hearts are about to explode.

"That's right, how big do you think you are?" The other was just as angry.

The people present scolded one after another, without him, this way is really arrogant, it is clear that they don't take everyone in their eyes! For this point, the great Confucian, who admired him just now, couldn't hold it on his face this time.

These literati, no matter whether they are polite, righteous and shameful, they always have to show their face, but this guy doesn't even do a face-saving project, and he just looks like he has nothing to look at, which really makes people happy.

"I'm sorry, my husband has been feeling a cold wind recently, and now the spring is cold, and I really can't touch this night wind, so my husband asked me to apologize." It wasn't until a man dressed as a scholar came out and said that everyone's faces softened a little.

"It turned out that I was suffering from the wind and cold, this is not a joke, you can understand, and please pay attention to your body." "Yes, it's not too late for us to have a poetry meeting when we're sick." Some of them suddenly switched to the camp of the Mo Jushi.

After all, the wind and cold in this era is not a trivial disease, and in Daqi, where medical conditions are low, a small cold may kill you, so when the scholar said this, everyone stopped investigating why Mo Jushi sat in the cabin.

"Thank you for your understanding." The scholar bowed deeply, "My husband said that he was infected with the wind and cold, and his voice was hoarse, so he couldn't recite poetry with everyone. ”

"So what are we going to do here?" Someone wondered.

"Don't make a fuss, listen to him first, I don't care if I've been here for so long."

"Oh......," the man replied, and stopped talking.

I saw the scholar continue, "Everyone also knows that my husband became famous in Yangcheng overnight last night, but this is not actually the original intention of the gentleman, the original intention of the gentleman is indifferent to fame and fortune. ”

Speaking of this, everyone was booed, if you are really indifferent to fame and fortune, you will vote for poems in the major green buildings in Yangcheng.

And then let a bunch of Oiran fall asleep with tears in your arms, and then throw all our masterpieces into the garbage basket, and the last girl didn't get it?

"But it's only because I was insulted by some villains in Yangcheng that I came out to ask for justice, and I had to use this way as a last resort, and I hope you will forgive me."

"Tell me what's going on?" One of the big men said loudly.

The people present also chimed in: "Yes, you name it, we have so many scholars here, we can naturally do justice, you just have to say it boldly!" ”

The scholar pondered his emotions for a moment, and his face was suddenly full of grief and indignation, and he said loudly: "All this is because of Meng Yang, the transfer envoy of Yangcheng!" All these things that my husband did were forced by him! ”

These words reached the ears of everyone present, and at the same time, they also reached Meng Yang. Before the words fell, Meng Yang jumped up as if his butt had been burned by fire, and his face turned red, "Sure enough, it's Mo Qian, this despicable and shameless villain!" ”

"What?" These words really made people not calm, and even the faces of the big Confucians present became a little strange.

This is the problem of officialdom, and the matter is also related to Meng Yang, the second-in-command transfer envoy of Yangcheng, and in a strict sense, this transfer envoy still has a controlling effect on the prefect of Yangcheng, and it is more effective than the first leader when necessary.

Especially Meng Yang, an old fox who has been operating in Yangcheng for many years, this has to make people cautious.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's ruining your husband's future." Da Ru said in a deep voice.

"Everything I said is true."

Immediately afterwards, I heard the scholar say, "A few days ago, my husband went to visit Lord Mengyang's house with a travel post, and he was respectful and polite, and wanted to get the transfer of the adult to support the teaching.

But the post has just been thrown in, and after a while it was taken out by the guards and thrown to the ground, if it is at this level, it is better to go home and farm, the husband is unbearable to be bullied, and when he returns home, he is infected with the wind cold.

We were also very angry when we heard this, so we took out Mr.'s usual poems and put them in the Qinglou in Yangcheng, wanting to see if Mr.'s talent and learning were really as unbearable as Master Meng said?! Let's see if it's the talent of our Yangcheng scholars, is it so out of the eyes of adults? ”

After the scholar finished saying this, everyone's faces became very exciting, saying that such a thing as a post was understandable, and the scholar took his poems and articles to visit a respected official or a Confucian scholar.

If you can be appreciated, you can make your reputation bigger, and some of them can be recommended by these people, and when the time comes, you will go to the capital to take the exam, and the hope of winning the examination will be a little more.

Even if it is not good, it is very beneficial to be able to get the guidance of these people.

But as this scholar said, Mo Jushi took his poems and handed them to Meng Yang, but they were thrown out......

The level of poetry of Mo Jushi is obvious to all in Yangcheng these days, and so many Oiran are looking forward to it day and night, just to ask him to write a poem for him personally.

A person with such a superb level is naturally arrogant, but as a result, his proud poems are abandoned like a shoe, how can he not be angry?

This is simply an insult to learn the word!

So everyone set their eyes on Meng Yang's body, which scared Meng Yang a little weakly, he couldn't afford to provoke this anger!

At this time, a person with the blame was needed to come out, so Meng Yang silently set his sights on Bai Zhendi.

But Bai Dizheng is not a fool, you can't afford to provoke this public anger, do you think I can afford it?

I am waiting for you to find an opportunity to take over as the transfer envoy after you leave, so I won't be so stupid to help you take the blame, so Lord Bai raised his forehead slightly and looked at the sky, perfectly avoiding Meng Yang's gaze.

Meng Yang sighed heavily, knowing that Bai Di was unreliable at this time, so he had to set his eyes on the hundreds of officials and soldiers in Yangcheng around him.

Everyone is not stupid, so they can only look left and right to relieve the embarrassment.

Meng Yang's heart was worried, and he swore that at this moment, if someone stood up to help him tide over the difficulties, he would definitely promise him a prosperous life!

Finally at this time, a voice sounded silently among the soldiers, "This matter, the Sprinkle family knows, don't blame us Lord Meng, our Lord Meng is busy with business, and works hard for the people of Yangcheng, why didn't everyone see this?!" ”

Meng Yang raised his head happily and looked at the group of black-pressed soldiers, even though he couldn't see who the person who spoke was, it didn't affect his mood at all.

Finally breathed a sigh of relief, the so-called raising soldiers for a thousand days, used for a while, is the time to use it on this blade.

Meng Yang picked up the tea on the table to moisten his throat, he was about to die of nervousness just now, this person must be reused in the future, and he will be specially trained to be a talent in the black pot!

"Master Meng has been in Yangcheng for so many years, so he naturally knows the details of Yangcheng, and he said that the scholars of Yangcheng have an exaggerated style of writing, and they only know how to write articles with flashy rhetoric, there is no real material, and there is no future, so those scholars from Yangcheng came to post, and naturally they were driven out!"

"Poof......" Meng Yang was drinking tea, but a mouthful of tea squirted out and sprayed on Bai Tiandi, who was looking confused, "Who is talking nonsense?" ”

Meng Yang slapped the table, he was really too deceitful, obviously he was here, and he was blinded and teased as a fool.

But at this time, when I looked into the crowd, I saw that the soldiers were still black, but the person who spoke just now had already disappeared!

"I ...... Tricked by someone else? Bastard thing! ”

Meng Yang wanted to cry without tears, he felt that he was really innocent and cute.

It's just that Meng Yang already knew that he was being tricked by others, but the spectators present didn't know, but this soldier was upright, and he accidentally told the truth for a while, and he was already furious as soon as his voice fell.

"Okay, you Meng Yang, you look dignified on the surface, I didn't expect to secretly slander our Yangcheng scholars so much, you really know people and don't know your heart, we will follow what Mo Jushi said, and hold a poetry meeting here for three consecutive days, so that you can see if the strength of our Yangcheng scholars is in vain!"

It's still the big Confucian just now, who seems to be a straightforward master.

"I ...... I don't! Meng Yang wanted to cry without tears, he hadn't done any of these things, why was he charged with this crime inexplicably?

"Without further ado, let's start our poetry meeting, since adults don't believe in our strength, it's better to ask Lord Meng to witness for us here."

"Makes sense, it should be!"